The Greatest Poem

Posted on February 13, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , |

Happy Valentines! x

I put pen to paper but words escape me.
My thoughts and emotions battle for priority.
My mind drifts as scenes play; I laugh, cry and frown as they do. 
Yet my words refuse to impress upon the paper that lies beneath me.

I’m in awe of you. You should know.
Your words of wisdom have wise men in tantrums.
Your condition of unconditional love is what I know,
In all its unconditional ways.

I have writers’ block of the sweetest kind.
You’re here in my mind;
Here in my heart.
So why can’t I translate this?

I value you. You should know.
My love – you hold its power.
Your soft-spoken tones show their harsh meanings.
You speak the truth and deliver like a dream.
You deserve that throne;
You deserve that pedestal that I put you on.

I put pen to paper but words escape me.

I guess, because it has already been written…

You are the greatest poem!!!

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Sun Rise

Posted on January 24, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , |

I would like to dedicate this poem to the people of Haiti – your strength is inspiring; your faith unshakeable. God bless you.xIn the darkness you see the light.

You are a force,
An unbreakable spirit.
Rise.

Fully aware of what lies ahead,
You hope with the passion of Angels.
And pray with the souls of saints.
Rise.

Through the cracks,
Through the rubble,
You see the gate.
Rise.

You close your eyes,
You pray, sing, smile.
God is with you.
Rise.

You hear the voices of the other world,
They call to you, yet you do not answer.
Rise.

You hold loved ones close,
And what is your heart,
This you hold even closer.
Rise.

In the darkness you see the light.

With the sun,
Rise.

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Midas

Posted on January 16, 2010. Filed under: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , |

He is purity in the purest form.
Extravagance runs through him.
Authenticity seeps through his skin.

His skin glistens with golden tones.
Where the sun has always kissed.
Where heaven translates into paradise on this earth.

I can’t help but stare.
I can’t help but have thoughts of him, me; us.
It’s too much to comprehend,
Yet understand; I do.
Understand; I want to.

Is he so unaware of his beauty?
Of his true value?
Of his worth?

He is solid.
King.
Majestic.
How is it that he walks this earth?
Allowed to walk this earth?

Yet, he is humble.
And that’s what does it for me.
He is unknowing of what he carries. Or is he?

My No turns to Yes. Yes!

As I sit in his presence,
It’s apparent that he sees me such as this.
I am not alone in this thought.
As he shows me the wealth I too carry within me.

And then I realise,
It is me who possesses this wonderful power.

I have the Midas touch.

And He is Gold because of Me.

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Me, Myself and Music (In This for Life!)

Posted on January 14, 2010. Filed under: Music, Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , |

In light of the musical talent we’ve lost recently (known and unknown), I feel I have to dedicated this poem to those who gave their lives to giving us music. Thank you. RIP.x

We’re in love, you and I.
I can tell by the way you make me feel.

You encompass every part of me,
Almost knowing, predicting my mood.

You soothe the parts of me that are out of line,
And go to work on my soul like the god that you are.

Alone, we are a force.
Beating, running, jumping, swaying.
You move me beyond recognition.
You move me beyond thought.
You move me.

When you touch me,
The emotion stays with me.
I never forget when.
I never forget where.
Engraved in my memory.

I love that when I’m feeling silly,
You’re silly with me.
When I’m feeling love, you love with me.
When my heart aches,
You understand.

When I hate,
Like a supportive friend,
You hate right along with me.

But not completely submissive;
You’re strong,
You hold yours.
You take control when need be.
Oh yes, you take control.

Pulling me out of the deep,
Bringing me into light.
Damn, you hit hard,
But mean well.
Always.

You are slightly twisted though.
Turning a perfect day into living hell.
I cross that love line at this point,
As I do hate that side of you.

Regardless, you’re there.

I need you there.
I want you there.
I love you there.

And no matter where I go,
What I’m doing,
How I’m feeling,
Or who I’m with,
It will always be us.

It will always be You and Me, Music.
I’m in this for life!

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